I can’t see my hand in front of my face.
Your prompt is BLIZZARD.
I don’t think that’s snow
What is it then? Is it hail?
I think it’s spiders
Are you still there?
I can’t see my hand in front of my face.
Your prompt is BLIZZARD.
I don’t think that’s snow
What is it then? Is it hail?
I think it’s spiders
Are you still there?
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Wandering blind, lost
In a white void. Endless trails
Erased as they’re made.
Forecasts say blizzard
Cabin’s cozy, wood piled high
Hide spider egg sacs